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No Way Out, Another Adventure of George Valentine.
Dear Mr. Valentine, I guess I need your help as much as anybody ever did.
I'm scared. I'm in something up to my neck and I want to get out of it.
But if I do, I'll be killed. And if I don't, I'll probably be arrested.
I live at 1003 Ransom Place, but don't come there.
Please meet me in Morgan Park tomorrow noon.
I'll be sitting on the third bench inside the Rand Street entrance.
And please don't act as though you knew me, or something bad might happen to both of us.
Yours truly, Larry Baker.
Third bench. Oh, there he is, George.
Yeah, must be our boy all right, Brooksie. Let's park on the other end of the bench.
Okay.
Hello.
Hi.
Why don't we sit down here?
No, help yourself.
Thanks.
Larry.
Oh, that's all right.
Oh, you're George Valentine?
That's right. This is Miss Brooks.
Don't look like you're talking to me. Act like you're talking to her.
Brother, you are scared. Okay.
Brooksie, I'd just like to know what this is all about.
I think Larry's going to tell us, George.
Yeah, but I've got to make it fast.
All right, make it fast. But start from the beginning.
I will. I was working in a lunch room, short order cook, making $42.50 a week.
Yeah, go on.
A man had been coming in once in a while, talking to me one day.
Said he was opening up a dry cleaning place.
And how would I like to manage it?
That sounds like a good break, doesn't it, George?
At $200 a week.
Wow, I'll say it's a good break.
Keep looking at your girl. I don't know who's watching.
If they knew I told anybody, they'd kill me.
Okay. Brooksie, I wonder why they'd want to kill Larry.
I'll tell you.
A couple of weeks after I took the job, a fellow came in.
He said that every few days a man would leave a package at the shop.
I was to hide it overnight.
And the next day, another man had been to pick it up.
George, that store must be a front of some kind.
That's what I mean.
And the man told me if I said anything to anybody about it,
the boss at C-Tour, that I'd be bumped off so fast I wouldn't know what...
Wait a minute. What's the trouble?
That guy walking up this way. Hold it.
Make love to your girl. Act like you're engaged or something.
Wow, this is an opportunity I didn't expect.
Put your arms around me, George, darling.
Okay.
Look, Angel, what's wrong with Santa Barbara for our honeymoon?
I know a nice little place.
All right, Bunny. I'll go anywhere you want to go.
Because any place would be wonderful for a honeymoon as long as I'm with you, Bunny.
Gosh, that's well of you, Angel. You're wonderful.
Bunny yet.
Couldn't you think of any other name to call me?
We'll talk about the honeymoon later.
He's gone, Larry.
Yeah, I know.
All right, then. Let's have the rest of it.
Have you been getting these packages?
Not yet, Mr. Palantine.
Another man came in yesterday and said the first one would be delivered to me this afternoon at four o'clock.
That's why I wrote to you.
Uh-huh. Well, we'd better be there to see what your man looks like.
What's the address of your shop, Larry?
It's 119 Murray Street.
But look, you can't be in the shop. They'd suspect something.
We won't come in. We'll look on from across the street.
Mr. Palantine, I know this is something crooked.
And if the police get onto it, I'll be arrested.
I tried to quit, but they wouldn't let me.
There's no way out.
This man said I'd have to do what they tell me to or...
Just take it easy, Larry. We'll try and find your way out.
Larry, I'm sorry I'm late for your sandwiches, darling.
That's all right, baby.
I got another half hour before I have to go back and open up the shop.
Sit down.
Okay, darling.
Oh, Larry, what's the matter?
Oh, look now, baby.
Put the people on the other end of the bench.
Mr. Palantine and Miss Brooks.
Oh, you... you told them?
Yeah.
I guess they'll try to help us.
Don't you look either, Mr. Palantine.
This is my wife, Sally.
I saw her coming up the path, George.
She's sweet.
He's okay himself, Angel.
Yeah, I think we'd better be across the street from Larry's shop at four o'clock.
George.
Yeah, Brooks.
Just how long do you think we can sit here in your car in a loading zone without getting a ticket?
Just where do you think is a better place to watch what goes on over there in Larry's cleaning shop?
Until we get a ticket, Johnson will fix it.
What's Lieutenant Johnson got to do with this case?
Nothing yet.
But I've got a notion that if we can't find some way to help Larry out of his mess, Johnson will have something to do with it.
Oh, Larry seems like such a nice boy.
I hope not.
What?
That big black sedan that just pulled up in front of the shop.
Oh.
A man getting out with some suits to be cleaned.
Oh, but that wouldn't be a package.
Angel, does anyone have to carry a package in plain sight to prove he's got one?
Oh, I see what you mean.
He's gone in.
Yeah, what time is it?
It's five after four.
George, what are you riding?
License number of that car.
I suspect anyone who goes in there.
But darling, it's a big car.
The man's wearing a chauffeur's uniform.
Probably someone just sending in with some suits to be cleaned.
Yeah, that could be a good cover up if this is a hot racket.
What could it be?
Narcotics?
Narcotics, smuggled stuff, plain payoff.
Who knows?
He's coming out again, George.
That didn't take long.
Well, he was certainly in a hurry.
That's right.
Come on, let's get across the shop.
George, the suit you brought.
Oh, yeah.
We've got our cover up too, haven't we?
Let's go.
There's Larry behind the counter.
He's looking just as if he'd seen a ghost.
It must have been our man, all right.
Hello.
Oh, hello.
Got a suit here to be cleaned.
Was that it, Larry?
Yes.
Did he bring the package?
Yeah.
Come on, let's see it.
No.
Look, Mr. Valentine, I know you're trying to help me, but I've got to think about Sally.
If anything goes wrong...
All right, all right.
What kind of a package?
A big envelope.
I don't know what's in it.
I'm going to do just like they said because if anything happens...
I know what you mean.
So we'll try it the hard way.
What about this man who hired you to run the place?
I don't know anything about him.
Well, he must come in and give you your salary, doesn't he?
No.
He sent it to me in the mail.
What's his name, Larry?
It's Hilton, Sam Hilton.
That's what he told me.
Where does he live?
Haven't you got one of the envelopes your pay came in?
Yeah.
Yeah.
I got one in my pocket.
Well, come on, let's see it.
Oh, I hope nobody catches me showing it to you.
Nobody will.
Let's have it.
Well, okay.
Here.
Here's your return address, George.
Number six, Berwick Towers.
Uh-huh.
Swanky address, all right.
Put that down someplace, Angel.
Yeah, I'll get it.
Mr. Valentine, what are you going to do?
Drop in at Berwick Towers?
But don't tell him I said anything.
All right, Larry.
Go ahead and do just what you were told to do, and I'll see you tomorrow.
Tonight, I'm going to pay a little visit to your boss.
George, Mr. Hilton isn't home, and I'm glad.
Yeah, Angel, why?
Because I don't know what you could say to him if you were in.
Anyway, why did we have to come tonight?
Oh, I don't know.
Just a social call.
George!
Yeah, a man who doesn't lock his door deserves visitors.
And with my curiosity...
George, we're not going in there.
No, we're not.
You're going to stay out here in the hall and stand watch for me.
Darling, sometimes I think your curiosity...
Call out if the enemy approaches.
Country.
Please be careful.
Where's the light switch?
Right there.
Oh, here we are.
Well, nice room.
And a nice big desk.
Might be just full of information.
Memo.
The boss says to stay out of sight and...
Hey.
Hey, Brooksie.
Why'd you turn off that light?
I can't see...
I didn't turn it off, George.
I was out here in the hall the way you told me.
Oh.
George, darling, it's me.
Oh, that sounds just like the girl that called me bunny this afternoon.
Oh, stop.
That was before...
And according to the grammar I studied, you don't say it's me, you say it's I.
George, at a time like this, were you all right, darling?
Oh, sure, Danny, just fine.
Both of my heads are just fine.
What happened?
I don't know.
I heard you ask me if I turned the lights off and I said I didn't.
Then I heard a kind of a hollow thud.
Yeah, that was on the one head I had then, Angel.
Did you see anybody?
No, but I heard somebody.
It was dark when I came in the room, but I heard somebody running and a window slammed.
Window?
Yeah, a window.
That one probably leads out to the fire escape.
You think Hilton was here all the time, George?
I don't think your hoodie hit me.
And I also think the man who hired Larry Baker isn't just playing good stuff.
So?
So, I'm going to get back to Larry and Sally, tell them what they're up against.
Of course, that's a good idea.
Tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow morning?
Yes, darling.
Or rather, this morning.
It's after one o'clock now and the Bakers would be asleep.
Besides, I'm a little tired of holding this handkerchief on your head.
It'll only need about four stitches.
Okay, you win, Angel.
But first thing in the morning, I've got to see the Bakers.
Because whoever Larry's mixed up with is playing for keeps.
Yes?
Yes, just a minute.
What are you...
Oh, Mr. Valentine.
Miss Brooks.
Hello, Sally. May we come in?
Wait, yes, but I don't mind the bandage on Mr. Valentine's head.
Sally, last night he got into a little accident.
Has Larry left for work yet?
I...
Sally, what's the matter? What's happened?
Larry's in jail.
In jail? Fine.
The police just called me a few minutes ago.
A man was shot in the store and they say Larry did it.
Oh, please, Mr. Valentine, can't you help us?
I don't know what to do.
All right, Sally. All right.
At this point I don't quite know what to do either.
But I told you both yesterday that I'd help you and I will.
Come on, Brooksie, we've got to get down to police headquarters.
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And now back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine.
A very frightened young man sends for you because he suddenly found himself
right in the middle of some kind of racket.
With almost nothing to go on, you set out to help him.
Just when you found out that the people he's mixed up with are really playing
a rough game, the young man himself is taken to jail for shooting.
But if your name is George Valentine, you'd like to talk to your client
and find out just what he has to say about it.
I didn't shoot him, Mr. Valentine, you've got to believe that.
I didn't say you did, Larry.
But if I'm going to help you, I've got to know what you know.
Now, who did shoot him?
How can I tell you that? I wasn't there.
All right, now just calm down and tell me what happened.
Well, I went in to open up the shop at 8 o'clock,
not like I'm supposed to.
When I opened the door, there he was, lying on the floor, groaning and mumbling
something about getting a doctor.
What did you do?
Well, I knew he must be hurt bad.
And I knew the fastest way to get an ambulance was to call the police,
so that's what I did.
I see. Did you know who this man was, Larry?
No. Well, I mean, I don't even know what he looked like.
He was lying face down on the floor. There was blood all around him.
I don't think you're supposed to touch anybody like that until the police come.
The police will find out who he is anyway.
Oh, by the way, what about the package you got from that chauffeur yesterday?
Was that gone when you got to the shop?
I had it.
You...
What?
I was so scared. I thought if I left it in the shop, it might be stolen. I'd be blamed.
So I took it home last night and kept it under my pillow.
I had it with me when I went in this morning.
Yeah? Where is it now?
Well, it's...
Look, Larry, I know you're frightened about everything.
You thought the police might tie you up with that too, but you'd better tell me.
Well, before the police came, I hid the envelope under the rug in the shop near the big chair.
Uh-huh. Okay, good.
First thing I'll do is try to get you out of here. Just take it easy on the...
I don't want to get out now, Mr. Valentine.
Why not?
Well, I'm pretty safe here. But if I get out, they'll be after me. I know they will, and I...
Valentine?
Huh? Oh, Lieutenant Johnson.
You've had time enough for the kid. Come on out. I want to talk to him.
Okay. Take it easy, Larry. I'll be back.
Thanks, Mr. Valentine.
All right, Valentine, come on. The kid confess?
Confess? To what?
Oh, look, Valentine, I've got a job to do.
So have I. Did you locate the Sam Hilton that Baker was working for?
No, disappeared. No trace of him.
Find a gun that shot was fired from?
No, but we will. This Baker had plenty of time to hide it someplace before our men got there.
This Baker didn't hide it anyplace, Johnson, because he didn't do the shooting.
Oh, no?
Oh, no. Got an eye dent on the guy who was shot yet?
Sure. From his fingerprints. Joe McMath, small town, forward around town.
Couple of arrests. Yeah, that makes sense.
You, uh, you don't mind if we stomp on the receiving hospital and have a look at him, do you?
For what? Look, Valentine. You know something, you're not telling.
Sure I do, Johnson. I know a kid is being framed and you're helping to do it.
Now, wait till I pick up Brooks in, then we'll get over to the hospital and have a look at your victim.
Oh, nurse.
Yes? Oh, Lieutenant Johnson.
This the room you've got McMath in?
Yes, that's right.
He conscious yet?
Not yet, sir. He's had a sedative.
What'd the docs say? Will he live?
Oh, yes. He's going to be all right. Bad wound in the shoulder, but he's out of danger.
Thanks. Well, you two wanted to see the victim step in. Though I can't for the life of me see why.
Thanks, Lieutenant. You're so obliging. Come on in, Brooks.
But, George, I don't think...
I don't care for hospitals either, Angel.
Just wanted to prove the man your client shot's still alive, I suppose.
Valentine, I...
Brooks.
Yes. I know what you mean.
Hey, hey, wait a minute. What?
That hospital nightie isn't quite like a chauffeur's uniform. But you couldn't mistake that face. Hey, Johnson.
Look, look. What are you getting at?
Oh, somehow we connect that face with a big black sedan.
Wait a minute.
Yeah, here it is.
Would you mind finding out the registration on this license number?
Huh? No, look. I'm not the motor vehicle bureau.
No, but you might possibly get to be an inspector before you retire for having a wonderful brain.
Just check with me at the office when you get the information.
Oh, that must... I'll get it, George.
Okay, Angel.
Hello. George Valentine's office. If the job's tough for you to handle...
Oh, Miss Brooks, will you stop that foolish chatter?
Lieutenant Johnson.
Yeah, yeah. Let me talk to Valentine.
He's busy right now. May I take the message?
All right. That license number your boss wanted traced.
Yes?
The car he registered to Mike Lizetti.
Mike Lizetti?
Big Mike Lizetti? Hey, Angel, give me that phone. Hello, Johnson.
Yeah? I thought you were busy.
I'm going to be in just a few minutes. And, Lieutenant, maybe you will get to be an inspector.
George, Mike Lizetti, the big gangster, he owns the car that brought the package to Larry's shop.
That's right, Angel.
So it is a racket.
Right, a big racket. And you can cross off the narcotics and smuggling. That character is strictly a numbers racket, man.
George, where you going?
Brooks, see, I got an idea. I've just discovered that Larry's boss isn't the Sam Hilton at all.
So, I'm going to a little office back in a large pool room and see his real boss, Big Mike Lizetti.
Yeah, come in.
Thanks.
Yeah? Who are you? What do you want?
Well, you see, I'm new in town, Mike. I just come in from Detroit a couple of weeks ago. Name's Gray.
So?
Well, I'm just trying to make a few connections out here, Mike.
All of a sudden I find I'm in a position to do you a little favor. I hope you'll remember me for it.
Anybody does Big Mike a favor gets remembered. What is it?
Well, I guess you heard about a friend of yours getting plugged this morning, Mike. Guy named Joe McMadd.
Yeah, I heard about it. Too bad. Good guy.
No, no, I never met him. But I guess you know the cops are holding a young guy named Larry Baker for the shooting.
Yeah? What's it got to do with me? Say, who are you, anyway?
I happen to know one of your boys, Sam Hilton.
Yeah?
Yeah. I figured I'd tell Sam about this place, but I couldn't locate him. So I thought I'd better get to you fast.
Well, come on. What is it?
I, uh, still get that favor?
Yeah, sure, sure.
Okay. The Baker kid says he didn't shoot McMadd, and the cops can't prove that he did.
But he claims something was dropped in the store this morning that'll prove who did.
Huh? Look, friend, you say you want the favor from Big Mike, but you tell me nothing. What you say is nothing.
Yeah. Suppose this Baker punk says one of your boys did it.
Then he's crazy.
Sure, sure. He's crazy as long as he's in jail. But suppose he wasn't in jail.
Wasn't he? You mean his outing?
Not yet, Mike, not yet. But the cops can't get anything on him. They're letting him go. I listen around, I hear stuff, see?
I understand he told the cops he'll bring him something that'll pin the rap on somebody.
Yeah? He's not out yet, huh?
Not yet. The way I get it, they're springing him at two o'clock this afternoon.
I kind of got an idea, Mike, of back to the shop to get that, uh, evidence.
Yeah. Yeah, he might do that.
Yeah. Well, I just thought you might like to know, Mike. I'll, uh, come back later for that favor.
Yeah. And don't forget, boss, the name's Gray.
Yeah, yeah, fella. Come back in a couple of days. I'll do you a favor.
Thanks.
Jura, Jura, all right, I'm coming.
Step on it, Brooks, and get down to headquarters as fast as you can. I've got to make a deal with Lieutenant Johnson.
Well, in time, you're mad, and I'm mad to even consider it.
All right, Johnson, all right. Now let me ask you this. Have you got any evidence that Larry Baker shot McMahon?
Well, no, not yet, but we will. We can hold him for 72 hours, unsuspecting.
Of assault with intent, yeah, I know. But how'd you like to get the guy who really did the shooting, Johnson, and clean out a big racket at the same time?
Well, sure, I... How? You think it'll work?
I don't know, Inspector.
Lieutenant.
Oh, sorry, just looking at my crystal ball, boy. You see, I'm going on the theory that a big crook can't afford to leave himself in a bad spot. How about it, huh?
Oh, I suppose so. Here's Baker's cell.
Good.
Hi, Larry.
Hi, Mr. Valentine.
Come on, I'll let you out of here.
That's right. Come on, son.
But look, Mr. Valentine, I don't want to get out now. I told you.
I know what you told me, Larry, but you're getting out anyway. You're going to leave here at just two o'clock, and at 2.15, you're going to be back in your shop.
I don't want to go out. Please, can't you understand? I know what they'll do to me.
Just a minute. Valentine, you've been hiding something. Who are they?
I didn't have any idea until a few minutes ago, Johnson, but I think I do now. And you can't play it any other way.
Now, look, Larry, you asked me to help you out of a spot.
Yes, sure, I did, but I...
You won't get hurt. Nothing will happen to you. Just go back to your shop.
Okay, Mr. Valentine. I'll go back to the shop if you say so. But I'm just hoping I'll be around to tell about it tomorrow.
Hello? Yeah, that's right.
Well, no, I'm sorry. We're not open today. No, I don't know if we'll be open tomorrow either. No, I'm sorry.
Who are you talking to? Hang up that phone.
Yes, sir.
All right, give it to me.
Give you what? I don't know what you mean. We're not open. There isn't any money.
I don't mean money. You know what I mean. Listen, punk, you came back here to get something you were going to turn over to the cops. I want it. And don't forget, you're talking to the boss.
Boss? I don't understand.
Oh, don't play dumb because you ain't. Hilton said you was a smart kid. You know what happened to McMath, don't you?
Yeah, but...
Sure you do. I took care of him because he was holding out on me. I brought him in here this morning before you opened the shop so as I could get the payoff, though, but it wasn't here. He didn't leave it like you said he did. He double-crossed me.
You see what happens to people that cross Big Mike?
You mean your other...
Shut up. Now, what did I drop in here this morning? What did you find? Give it to me.
But I haven't got anything yet, Jim.
Oh, yeah? Well, maybe this will convince you. Now, come on, hand it over.
Suppose you hand over that gun, Mike. No tricks you're covered. But this is a trap.
You're right, Mike, it is a trap. And you've already done me that little favor. I'll take the gun.
Quick. You said you were from Detroit.
Yeah, I know, a little white lie. And the name's Valentine, not Gray. Here you are, Johnson. One shot fired from his gun. And I think the boys in ballistics can tie it up with a bullet that came out of McMath, don't you?
All right, all right. So a guy attacked me and I winged him. Self-defense. They can't send me up for that.
Oh, yes, they can, Mike, when McMath talks. A thing called assault with intent to commit murder.
Oh, and that payoff envelope you thought McMath stole, Mike. Young Larry here hid it under a rug. It's full of names, including yours.
You see, Buster, you don't have to do me a favor. You're going to do everybody a favor by going out for a good, long stretch.
Mr. Valentine, you mean I'm out of here?
That's right, Larry.
Oh, that's great. Except I'm also out of a job. I don't know how to tell Sally.
Well, don't tell her yet. I've got an idea kicking around in the back of my head that, oh, look, Larry, maybe tomorrow noon on that same bench in Morgan Park, huh?
Sure. Okay, Mr. Valentine, I'll be there.
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Mr. Valentine, you mean I'm going to get to be a cop?
That's right, Larry. At least Lieutenant Johnson has made arrangements for you to go to police school and start out as a rookie. The rest is up to you.
Oh, boy, you don't have to worry about the rest, Mr. Valentine.
I know I don't. Now, I suppose you go on home and tell Sally.
I sure will. And thanks for everything. Bye, Miss Brooks.
Bye, Larry. Good luck.
George.
Yeah, Angel?
Do you realize this is the same park bench we were sitting on when we first talked to Larry Baker?
Oh, yeah, sure.
George.
What?
Here comes that same man.
Where? Oh, no. Look, that's not the same guy.
It is too, George. Quick, put your arms around me.
Oh, all right, but it's so silly.
Funny. I thought we'd have to wait until next year to go on our honeymoon. But I think it's wonderful.
Yes, funny. I will marry you tomorrow.
Oh, brother, how crafty can you get?
Come on, Angel, let's go get some lunch.
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Robert Daly is starred as George with Virginia Gregg as Brooksie.
Let George Do It was written by Don Clark and directed by Kenneth Webb.
Ken Christie was heard as Lieutenant Johnson.
Jonathan Holt as Larry.
Louise Arthur as Sally.
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